Stopped in last minute and they checked out my truck, performed a quick service on the rear…read moredifferential and I was on my way!

If you're unfortunate enough to break down in Rawlins, Wyoming and land at Wyoming Diesel Service…read morethen you should consider yourself lucky. My u-joint failed and I blew out the pinion bearings in early December on my 7.3L powerstroke. I ended up being stuck in Rawlins for seven days, but it was no fault of WDS. They got me a diagnosis and the parts coming the day I pulled in. Mark and Dave kept me informed of any delay, any recommendation of theirs (they rebuilt it to be bulletproof), and were available to answer any question I had when I called. The weather held up the parts getting there, but when they did finally arrive they reassembled everything that day and I was able to get back on the road. This company takes a lot of pride in what they do and it shows in the quality of work they put out and the way they treat their customers.

wonderfully nice service! The service manager was the best and helped us replace our flat and…read morerecommended a great place to get a new tire!

I am doing about 85 MPH across Wyoming with my daughter's cats, which I've let out of their cages…read morean hour or so before. Around 6 PM, as the dying October light casts the shadows of the clouds on the rolling mocha hills, a semi drifts into my lane. I jerk the steering wheel too hard to the left, and the front tire blows, and I go into a roll. The vehicle comes to rest on its lid. With the glass from the shattered sun-roof ground into my scalp, I unfasten my seat belt and hustle out through the busted driver's side window through which both my daughter's cats have escaped already. One of the cats, a fat, orange, affectionate rascal named Max, is grabbed by an alert witness and handed over to the proprietor of this establishment. In the middle of the night, I'm released from the hospital. I'm covered in blood. My right ear sticks out like a car door. One corner of the back of my head is sheared raw. The front desk nurse has called her boyfriend, a very serious little man who works three jobs: security guard, cabbie, and Holiday Inn desk clerk. He calls his hotel, reserves a room for me, then gives me a ride in a Gremlin that is his cab and that had no meter. En route to the hotel, he agreeably stops by a liquor store, goes in with my debit card and PIN number and returns with a generously sized bottle of scotch. The next day or so, liquor and codeine at the Laramie Holiday Inn. The endless, fidgeting pursuit of any physical attitude, of any configuration of head and limbs that will relieve the pain in one part of my body without dispatching it promptly to another. One morning, I believe I have the strength to fetch Max. I drive to Elk Mountain and exit the interstate and find myself in a picture-postcard community with a single white church and a post office and little clapboard houses separated into blocks by dirt roads. In the post office, I ask the clerk how to get to the towing garage. "There are two ways." Please God, I think, just tell me one of them. He tells me I can drive up the gravel road that winds up the mountain and that, as soon as I crest it, I'll see the garage. So off I go. As I drive, my mind wanders and settles on a sign affixed to a tree, block letters, all caps: FREE STOCK. I work at Microsoft at the time, so "stock" means "shares", and I'm wondering what wily scheme is this when the sharp current of fear that preserved us until now moves my feet fast and hard to the brakes. The van fishtails and scatters a plume of gravel and dust and the bumper comes to rest two inches from the side of a steer. He is joined slowly by desultory cows that surround the van, staring stupidly at nothing in particular. Should I blow the horn? I wonder. Will they attack the van? I blow the horn. They disperse. I continue to the garage. It is vast, fronted by what looks like an abandoned gas station. The elevation is about a mile, I'm in pain, I can't breathe, it's October, the wind is biting and whips so fiercely it feels as if it might tip the van. The proprietor is late. Finally, a little old yellow Toyota pickup pulls into the garage, and I approach the window. The driver, a taciturn old man, rolls it down. "How you doin'?" he said. "Well," I answer, "I can't breath at this elevation and I'm in severe pain and I've been waiting an hour. I'm fine, I guess." Oblivious to my sarcasm, he answers, "I'm sorry. I was sure I told you I had to get the wife into Laramie for chemo before I could meet you here." Only then do I register that there is someone sitting beside him -- a pasty, bald woman with her head cradled in a neck pillow. I apologize with great conviction. He brushes my apologies aside. "Let me take her home and I'll come back and get you your cat." He returns and takes me to a place where he's put down a towel and a water dish, and for an exasperating hour, we search for Max. We pass a crushed economy car. The roof is nearly torn off, and there is a jumble of clothing and jewelry and cash and open suitcases, and a solitary spike-heeled shoe. "That one was a fatality," he says. Emotionally weakened by days of pain, I am, for a moment, attuned acutely to the unbearable sadness of someone who's just learned a daughter isn't coming home and has died violently in a place of almost lunar barrenness. It is apparent now that the entire world is having a worse day than me. After a two-hour search that covers every inch of this vast garage, we find Max in the wheel well of a truck. With him hugged to my chest, I race in great excitement to my van, trip over a trailer hitch, and split my head on the cement floor. Max flies from my arms, disappears, and for the day, I acknowledge defeat. I return to the hotel, to my liquor and codeine. The next day, I return. I pass through the station in front of the garage, and there sits the proprietor's wife and several of her friends, in front of a fuel barrel with a hole cut in it and in which wood

WOW. Never before have I received the level of service that was exemplified at Discount Auto…read moreRepair. My RV blew its transmission on I-80 and we were towed to Rawlins and Discount Auto Repair under recommendation of Dave with Jack's Towing (thanks Dave!). Farrell and Ike took TREMENDOUS care of us, going well out of their way to make sure we were not only taken care of, but comfortable and clued in to what was happening. Sadly we will have to come back up to Rawlins to retrieve the RV since a transmission couldn't be had right away, but I have absolutely no doubt that Discount Auto Repair will help us in making the right transmission decision. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

Heading from California to Wisconsin when a spark plug blew out and needed a helicoil in the head…read more A guy at a gas station recommended this place. It was closing time when I arrived, and they said the would fix it up in the AM. Returned in the morning and they fixed us up in a couple of hours. The guys here are real down-to-earth and friendly people that really know cars. Born mechanics. They charged a great rate and provided a great service.

Had unfortunate car troubles on the way to California and pulled into Mountain West and struck…read moregold! They were incredibly helpful and super friendly. They fit us in quickly and got repairs completed fast. Would highly recommend!

My truck broke down and I had it towed to Mountain West Motors. They day I brough it in, it sat all…read moreday and was not looked at till the next day. The next day it took them 5 hours to diagnose. Then they gave me an estimate for $5600 to replace the oil pump. I complained about the price and their labor rate of $146/hr and they refused any negotiation. THEY KNEW THEY HAD ME! I had no choice but to say fix it. When I went to pick it up the final bill was $500 more than the quote and they said that the tax was not included. The shop manager had quoted me $2800 verbally and the owner said I had no business asking him for the estimate and it did not count. THIS PLACE IS A HUGE RIP OFF AND THEY WILL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU!

Excellent service and excellent people. Reliable Truck & Trailer Repair LLC treated Dave great and…read moreworked hard to get him back on the road quickly. Honest, hardworking, and professional from start to finish. We truly appreciate everything they did and highly recommend them. Thank you Dave Ramsey -- Ramsey Express Trucking Inc. Trusted. Proven. Professional. Reliable Truck & Trailer Repair LLC

Fast, got me in and out. Staff was beyond friendly! Checked everything on my car and sent me away…read morepleased! William and his guys go above and beyond. If you are needing repairs and don't have the time to wait on scheduling an appointment or for parts to ship, they bring in parts all the way from Denver and surrounding area daily to meet customer's needs! They keep you comfortable with their waiting lounge that has free drinks, snacks and even a massage chair. You won't be disappointed!

This guy tows us one mile and charges us $200 then hands us a 1 inch Jesus to make up for it. Im…read morenot sure his heart is in the right place

Ended up stranded on the side of the highway in Rawlings Wyoming and after calling around and…read morewaiting for over 2 hours found Jacks Towing not only were they reliable, quick, but also very friendly! Thank you Dave you're an amazing guy God bless! -Ryan&Neliah

Traveling cross country from West to East, we were covering lots of miles so needed to fill up…read more This I-80 travel plaza is a good pit stop for your needs. Well stocked with snacks with clean restrooms.

Just we you have to "Get rid of some coffee" and need some gas and eats, the Stinker shows up!…read more Clean and friendly staff and fuel, for I-80, that is reasonable. Have stopped here 3-4 times on trips and never had a bad experience. Their burgers are pretty good and big for C-Store grub, BTW.

This place rocks! We got stranded in rawlins on our way to skiing at targhee and these guys hooked…read moreus up! Great loaner vehicle to rock springs and we were on our way.